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Scattered Fragments
One time, somewhere in that field of possibility; time and time again, we sit a while. Just this once, without getting anywhere; maybe again tomorrow, if it comes, we will have to see. We could be doing anything but there is just thought, or the idea of more, we can dream for a moment. Not again. What are we doing? I’m not even sure it matters. Time is the observation of change but I’m so unobservant and it all changes anyway, so what does it matter?
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Poets
Fragments of a Shattered Soul
I will examine all the fragments that I have gathered on these pages; each acting in the theatre of nostalgia or remorse. I will hold each portion under my internal microscope and distinguish the details of their frozen scenes. I can see that some are aged and some new-born. A few are worn and weary whilst some leave scriptures on my skin, and write sequels in the scars they sketch afresh. I have written an abundance of heartache in each shade I’d claim to know, but that’s a pebble to the moon in retrospect. No matter how I try though, these pages won’t sit flush and they seem to be re-written over time. So my story will stay shattered and scattered about the lawn like so many Autumn leaves; and I shall lie among this library rebellion with whoever allows their fluttering.
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Poets
Grey Fragment
I remember visiting your place, you lived across the road from a good friend I would frequent. I was sitting on your chest of draws as those who were with me left no other vacancy. We did not stay long, not that it bothered me that much as I did not know you outside of that in passing.
By James W McDonald5 years ago in Poets
